Sighting In

White-tail deer season is approaching. I have the rifles for it. Or a handgun. Or a slug-throwing shotgun. What I don’t have is the freezer space for a butchered deer. There are large cat sanctuaries in driving distance who’d probably take what I didn’t want.

But I’m also getting older. My knees are not what they once were. Rough terrain plays hob on them, now. I may have to confine my riflery to a range and buy my meat from the store. Sucks, it does